Hmmmmm, I'm running out of bikes to rob bits from fast, multi coloured spokes and wheels. A new rear mech and hanger would probably be good.

The North Wales is a bike and leg wrecker.

Top weekend with top blokes, many thanks to Jim for planning and execution (mainly of my thighs), Craig for erroneous smells and general frivolity and Duff for his tenacious, never say die attitude and sharing his sleeping mate with me (whether I wanted it or not).

The taxi was nice ehh lads (the Range Rover sport not the people carrier back).

I hope your lovely spouse has understood the typo and the marriage counseling has now been put on hold as has the crockery and saucepan projectiles..

My mistake Mrs D, I am quite happy if Mr D wishes to take you for a slap up meal at out favourite Scottish restaurant under the golden arches by way of recompense for any anguish caused, I am also quite happy for him to pay for it. If he is paying I would also be happy to join you both, along with my wife E zee D (careful), along with our children and their children for a meal at Reads restaurant in Faversham (can he also run to a taxi home)?

Mrs D had not spotted the mat, mate, Mat, gaffe so no Happy Meal recompense from me. I pointed it out just in case and she just gave one of those smiles so who knows?Let's file it under our wise mentor's maxim of "what goes on in Wales stays in Wales" as no mats, mates or Matts were harmed during the trip